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Feb 2010
there was spooky little house in the middle of a valleywith a little ghost who was very pallyhe would open up the door then say step inside he never tried run  and never tried to hide.he was very  friendly  as friendly as can beall he really wanted was some company.we sat there for a while and he made me teathe little ghost was happy he had made a friend in me time was moving on it was time for me to flythe ghost he gave a wave then said thank you and goodbye.
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william worthless
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